In Texas, I used to have chickens and I have to say that I really did enjoy them. We had the Black and white barred rock. They actually hatched a few chicks and we had hours of amusement watching them follow the mother hens around. We also had a rooster named Billy Bob who for some reason unknown had a strong dislike for my niece Katie. If he saw her pretty little blonde head, he would make a bee line for her to peck and generally terrify her.
I do miss this about our home there. Once, a teacher at Trinity Day school called to see if she could come visit our "farm". She was so surprised when she asked how long it would take to get there when I said, "about 10 minutes!"
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